Different Drummer

By curmudgeon Last updated Oct 18, 2016

I marched to a different drummer.
We marched round quite a bit.
Upon my soul his drum did roll,
as we marched into the pit.

I marched to a different drummer.
His cause I did extol.
Now he’s climbed out on top of me,
and left the drum down in the hole.

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curmudgeon

Born in North Carolina, he spent his early childhood in the Appalachian mountains. There he was weaned on gospel and bluegrass music, as well as tales of ghosts, will o the wisps and faeries in the misty highlands. Now retired, and living in northwest Florida, he spends as much time as possible on the rivers and in the woodlands.

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